The Fires burned high and bright in the night
The evening before the Sun came down to lie with Devana,
the Maiden before the Mother.
So as to give her the purity of love she deserved,
longed for and hunted.
Huntress with arrow and quiver, directing the Great Hunt.
Wild Huntress, covered in furs searching for her stag.
Guide my arrow true. Maiden with tremendous strength and sites,
straight through my heart to my mind,
guide your arrow of wisdom and love, connecting the two evermore.
The Wise Lady standing guard of the forest watched the Maiden in her youth,
awaits the time to come when the great harvest is over.
It is not her time, not the time for death but life.
Invited in blossoms, blooms, and buds.
The seeds, bursting forth, kissed by the Sun in heated bliss.
The gift of sacred life for all should all so choose to be one with this Earth.
I choose to be the arrow that strikes and pierces straight through. Directed by divinity and the stars. I choose to walk by the Sun, the Moon, the way of the Seasons, the waters, the fires, the Earth and how she moves, and the air, oh how the winds carry omens and tokens of wisdom and secrets, to and fro.
I will sow my seeds to the Earth's warm and welcoming home.
The seeds, like life, will struggle in the dark and constricting space.
Struggling to reach the Sun, the divine arrow spies the stag,
so to do the seeds touch the rays of the Sun to meet with lush green eyes,
all that this world offers and more.
Some cry out to Artemis, Athena, Arianrhod or Bast,
others to Diana, Devana, Frig, Hella, Indunn, Lakshmi, Maat, Morrigan or Selene.
The name does not matter for in the end, it is yours.
Your name, for your new beginning, your new buds of Spring for the maiden goddess,
Huntress, that internally guides you.
Worship not that place far reaching,
but only that which dwells within for that is where you find her without.
©Cari-Lee Miller 2017
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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